[To the blogger review team: Many of my posts are suddenly saying that they are being placed behind a warning for containing sensitive content. The ENTIRE blog is behind the adult setting with a sensitivity content. Is this a second layer or something?? Most all of my posts would fit this description. Is there something else I should be doing??]
Rookie of the Year
by
Lifeguard
In the months following Ray's humiliating loss to Hector, his experience in the
Underground Wrestling Circuit had improved dramatically. Since that defeat, he
was on a six-match winning streak. Following his latest victory, Pedro informed
Ray that he would be wrestling in a headline match where the winner would be
declared the Rookie of the Year. Ray asked who his opponent would be. Pedro
told Ray that his opponent was also a new wrestler: He had arrived about three
months ago and since arriving was also on a six match winning streak.
Pedro went on to explain that the winner of this match would take the Rookie of the Year Title for the Underground Wrestling Circuit and that as a bonus; the winner's purse would be doubled. Ray agreed to the match. Pedro then gave Ray a gym bag explaining that it contained special wrestling trunks he was to wear for this match. To hype up the event, Pedro explained that Ray would be wearing a "Tarzan style" loin cloth. Ray welcomed the change.
The
big day arrived and Ray was in the locker room, in his ring attire, awaiting
his announcement into the ring. The cocky wrestler was admiring his physique in
the mirror. His new wrestling attire highlighted his physique even more than
the skimpy red Speedo he had previously worn. The loin cloth was nothing more
than a brown leather g-string with two frayed leather swatches hanging from the
waist band barely covering his crotch and ass crack. As he viewed his profile
in the mirror, Ray noticed the cloth did not hide the silhouette of his bubble
butt. Just then he was called to the ring. Amidst cheers, catcalls and
whistles, Ray jogged down the aisle and as usual, jumped onto the ring apron
and leapt over the top rope. To relieve some nervous energy, Ray hopped up and
down causing his meaty pecs to bounce. The announcer called Ray's opponent to
the ring introducing him as Jim.
An
African-American mountain of a man appeared in the aisle leading to the ring.
Jim towered over 6 and a half feet tall and appeared to weigh well over 300
pounds. Although Jim was not a muscle man, he was thick and appeared to be very
powerful. He marched down the aisle in a quick pace, swatting and slapping his
belly which hung over his loin cloth. As he got to the ring, he slid under the
ring apron and hopped up to his feet in a flash. Ray was surprised and
intimidated by the big man's agility. He had been sizing up his approaching
opponent, figuring he would be able to avoid any assault with superior speed
while he tried to find a weak spot to exploit. Now he was second guessing his
plan. So, when the bell rang, Ray, uncertain of his tactics, simply met his
opponent, collar and elbow, in the middle of the ring. Like a bull, Jim pushed
Ray back to the corner. Jim shoved his hand up and under Ray's chin, and while
he held Ray squirming and with arched back against the turnbuckle, delivered a
vicious open-handed slap to Ray's bare left pec.
The
impact knocked Ray on his ass. He covered his pec in an instinctive reaction to
the stinging sensation now traveling through his meaty tit. Before Ray realized
what was going on, Jim lifted him and in the same manner arched him back into
the corner. "WOP", Jim delivered another stinging slap, this time
landing on Ray's right pec. A loud "OOO" could be heard from the
crowd. This time Ray remained standing in the corner covering his burning pecs.
Jim backed away from the corner with a broad smile plastered on his face. As
Ray removed his hands from his chest, two hand-sized red welts were clearly
visible. The two grapplers approached each other in the middle of the ring
again. Just before they locked up, Ray ducked under Jim's grasp. Thinking he
had Jim off balanced and surprised. Ray stopped, turned and charged toward Jim.
However, Ray was the one who was surprised.by a size 16 bare foot right under
his chin. The crowd gasped. Jim was much faster than Ray had anticipated and,
in the time, it took for Ray to turn and charge, Jim had positioned himself for
and delivered a side savant kick. Ray went down hard. Dazed, Ray staggered to his
feet while Jim assumed the same position. In the split second Ray stood erect,
Jim delivered another side kick, this time the size 16 connected with the side
of Ray's face.
Jim
returned to the corner while Ray lay flat on his back, rolling his head back
and forth while looking up into the blinding overhead lights. His gaze was
interrupted by the dark shadow and then the sight of Jim in the air above Ray's
prone body just before crashing into his chest with a 300-pound elbow drop. The
impact's shock wave caused Ray's legs to bounce into the air as his upper body
remained pinned under Jim's arm. Ray remained motionless under Jim. Jim then
slid off Ray and knelt at his side. Jim propped Ray up into a seated position
with his left hand. With his right hand, Jim delivered an overhand chop to
Ray's forehead. The meaty part of Jim's huge hand collided with the top of
Ray's forehead at the hairline. Upon impact, from his seated position, Ray's
head and shoulders snapped back until they collided with the mat. Jim lifted
Ray back to a seated position and delivered six more chops to his head pulling
him up and repositioning him after each blow.
Jim
stopped his assault, got to his feet and strutted around the ring slapping his
big belly. When he reached the opposite corner turnbuckle he stopped. He leaned
against the turnbuckle and stared at Ray, who by now was crawling toward the
opposite ropes. When he got there, Ray used the ring ropes to help himself get
up. Struggling, he managed to get to his knees while holding onto the second
ring rope. At that moment, Jim gave his belly a couple more slaps, charged
toward Ray, leapt into the air and landed on the back of his neck, forcing
Ray's throat across the second ring rope. After landing, Jim remained on top of
Ray forcing his throat across the second rope while bouncing up and down. After
bouncing about six or seven times, Jim stood up while Ray remained draped over
the second rope, motionless.
Jim
grabbed Ray by his feet and dragged him face down to the center of the ring.
Jim let go and Ray remained motionless, lying face first on the mat. Jim then
leapt into the air and delivered a frog splash onto the small of Ray's back.
Jim rolled Ray onto his back who although conscious, had a glazed look in his
eyes. Jim then stood up and by grabbing onto Ray's meaty pecs lifted him to his
feet. He sank his huge fingers under each of Ray's pectoral muscles, digging
into his arm pits and with each thumb clamped down on the muscle. The pain of
Jim's huge hands clamping down shocked Ray out of his semi conscious state and
he began screaming and instinctively grabbed onto Jim's wrists. As he did, Jim
lifted Ray up so his feet came up off the canvas and he was basically hanging
by his pecs.
Soon
the pressure of Jim's fingers drilling under Ray's pecs and into his arm pits
caused a numbing sensation to travel through his arms. The numbing sensation
steadily intensified until Ray had no control over his arms and they fell limp
onto Jim's back and shoulders. At that point, Jim began to shake Ray by his
pecs violently. His arms and legs flailed wildly as if Jim was shaking a rag
doll. Ray screamed wildly until finally, Jim let go, dropping his opponent to
the mat. Ray curled up in a fetal position and began whimpering as he covered
his bruised pecs.
Jim
moved in and dragged Ray back to his feet. Standing face to face with a wobbly
Ray whose arms hung uselessly at his side, Jim let loose with a vicious kick to
Ray's balls. As if in slow motion, Ray's knees came together and he began to
fall forward. Jim stopped Ray from falling, grabbed his head with both hands
and pulled it between his legs squeezing his thighs over Ray's ears. Then Jim
pulled back on Ray's waistband until Ray's legs lifted up overhead. Jim held
Ray upside down and defenseless in that position for about twenty seconds,
causing the blood to rush to Ray's head making the already dazed stud even
woozier. Finally, in one motion, Jim jumped backward and down into a seated
position on the mat "pile driving" Ray's head into the mat. Following
impact, Ray bounced up off the mat a couple inches and his limp body crumpled
into Jim's lap. Jim pushed Ray onto the mat rolled him onto his back in a spread-eagle
position. Placing each huge hand on top of each of Ray's meaty pecs Jim leaned
down in a pinning position. The referee jumped into position and slammed the
mat once, the ref's hand pounded the mat a second time and finally a third
while Ray remained motionless under Jim's hands.
The
bell rang as the referee stood and tapped Jim on the shoulder indicating his
victory. But Jim did not release Ray. Instead he remained in the same position
staring blankly into space. The referee tapped Jim on the shoulder again. Jim
stood, turned his attention toward the referee, backing him toward the corner.
The clearly intimidated referee held his hand up and said, "I don't want
any trouble" at which point the ref quickly ducked under the ropes and
left the ring.
While
Jim was distracted by the referee, Ray was beginning to come to. Jim's
attention returned to Ray who was stirring on the mat. Jim approached his
victim slapping at his belly. In a deep, raspy voice Jim said, "Glad to
see you coming around, you looked pretty strong but you turned out to be real
pussy". Ray responded, "Please, you won the match and the title, what
more do you want?" To which Jim replied "YOUR ASS" followed by
bellowing laughter.
Jim
then dragged Ray toward the edge of the ring. Ray was now lying on his back
with his head hanging off the ring apron causing his neck to arch back while
the rest of his body was in the ring. Jim then reached into the front of Ray's
waistband and pulled his loin cloth down and off, ripped it apart while saving
a thin strip of leather. Then Jim began to fondle Ray's cock until it got hard
growing to a fully erect seven inches. When Jim was sure that Ray was fully
erect, using the thin leather strip, he tied a tight knot around the base of
Ray's cock.
Ray
started to beg Jim not to go any further, "No please don't, you are the
champ now, you won the title." At which point Jim interrupted,
"You're right I am the superior fighter and now I am going to claim my
prize." In desperation, Ray began to struggle and squirm in an effort to
escape his foe. Jim reached over the ring rope and lifted Ray's head up,
"Know be a good boy" he said as he held Ray's head up with one hand
and delivered a short punch to Ray's forehead. Jim did not let go on impact, he
held on and delivered a second and a third punch at which point he let go and
Ray's head hung off the ring apron.
Jim
then shoved his knees into Ray's inner thighs spreading his legs apart. While
Ray's legs were spread, Jim reached down grabbing both of Ray's ankles. Ray
groaned as Jim lifted them back and under the lower ring rope trapping them in
that position. Jim then slid under the ropes and off the ring apron, bent over
pushing his wrestling tights down and stepped out of them. When he stood back
up, his dick was fully erect. Jim's dick was also about 7 inches long. With two
hands he grabbed Ray's upside-down head and force fed him his cock. Ray was
past the point of resistance. He submitted to getting face fucked, gagging
repeatedly.
Meanwhile,
two young black spectators left their seats and approached Jim. As Jim
continued to thrust his cock into his victim's mouth, they began chanting
cheers encouraging Jim to thrust harder and faster. Finally, Jim thrust forward
and held Ray's head tight up against his pubes with his cock fully inserted. He
thrust his pelvis forward violently as he spewed his load after load of cum
down Ray's throat. Jim released Ray's head and withdrew his cock. Amidst
choking and gagging, residual cum dripped out of Ray's mouth and down his face.
One
of the two anonymous spectators than asked to Jim, "Mind if we have a go
at him?" To which Jim replied, "Be my guest".
The
two were young and thin, probably in their early twenties and both around
5'8". Together they would be lucky to break 300 pounds. Supported by
cheers from the crowd they both went into an impromptu strip tease. Simultaneously,
they took off their tan work boots. Their shirts were next, they were both
wearing wife-beaters. Shirtless, both revealed tight bodies that glistened in
the arena lights. They were both wearing saggerz and when they unbuckled them
fell loosely to the mat. The last item of clothing to come off were their
boxers. They bent forward pushing them down past their knees and stepped out of
them. When they stood erect again, the crowd gasped and then went into a
frenzy. Both donned huge boners easily exceeding 10 inches.
By
this time, Ray was coming too; still trapped with his ankles back behind his
head and caught under the lower ring rope. He was squirming to try to break
free but he was still too weak. Sensing, Ray was on the verge of freeing
himself; one of the guys knelt down in front of Ray and reached for his hanging
ball sack. "Now be a good little boy and let us have some fun." Ray
continued to try to break free at which the guys hand he clamped down hard on
Ray's ball sac. Immediately, Ray froze, paralyzed by the assault on his balls.
While one guy had Ray in his grip, the other approached Ray from outside the
ring and began bitch slapping him, "You our bitch now, boy. Open up a see
what a real man tastes like" At first Ray resisted. But while Ray clenched
his mouth shut, the guy in the ring had released the ball claw and was mounting
Ray. Without hesitation, he shoved his 10-inch cock into Ray's stretched out
asshole. As his cock bore into his hole, Ray let out a high-pitched squeal.
Immediately, the guy outside the ring shoved his dick into Ray's mouth muffling
the squeal. The crowd erupted in cheers. More than half the guys in the
audience were jerking off to the sight of this muscle bound gym rat being force
fucked in the ass and mouth by two naked, "doo rag" wearing skinny
studs.
All
the motion caused by the repeated thrusting into Ray's asshole had free his
legs from under the ring rope. Ray's legs were now resting on the shoulders of
the guy in the ring as he continued to pulverize his asshole. Finally, the guy
face fucking Ray began to moan and just before cumming, he withdrew from Ray's
mouth and spewed cum over Ray's face.
By
this time, Ray's high-pitched squeals had been replaced by moans. "I think
he's likin this" said one of the guys and while the other continued to
fuck his ass, he undid the leather strap around Ray's dick and started jerking
him off. Ray's moans gradually were replaced by incoherent screams until he too
climaxed spewing over his own face, chest and abs.
Finally,
the guy inside the ring was ready to climax. He too withdrew. Removing his cock
from Ray's ass just before cumming and soaked Ray with cum. The two guys rolled
Ray into the center of the ring, raised their hands facing the crowd. The crowd
responded with cheers. The two grabbed their clothes and exited the arena. A
cum drenched Ray remained in the middle of the ring settling into
unconsciousness. Ray wasn't' sure how long he was out when he awoke inside a
darkened arena. He made his way to the lockers where he showered, dressed and
exited to the parking lot and into his car. Again, beaten, humiliated and
fucked.
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